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           Downbelowonthestreetamotorcarhonked.

           "‘ButatmybackIalwayshearTime’swingèdchariothurryingnear,’"Isaid.

           "Iknowthatpoem,"Catherinesaid."It’sbyMarvell.Butit’saboutagirlwhowouldn’tlivewithaman."

           MyheadfeltveryclearandcoldandIwantedtotalkfacts.

           "Wherewillyouhavethebaby?"

           "Idon’tknow.ThebestplaceIcanfind."

           "Howwillyouarrangeit?"

           "ThebestwayIcan.Don’tworry,darling.Wemayhaveseveralbabiesbeforethewarisover."

           "It’snearlytimetogo."

           "Iknow.Youcanmakeittimeifyouwant."

           "No."

           "Thendon’tworry,darling.Youwerefineuntilnowandnowyou’reworrying."

           "Iwon’t.Howoftenwillyouwrite?"

           "Everyday.Dotheyreadyourletters?"

           "Theycan’treadEnglishenoughtohurtany."

           "I’llmakethemveryconfusing,"Catherinesaid.

           "Butnottooconfusing."

           "I’lljustmakethemalittleconfusing."

           "I’mafraidwehavetostarttogo."

           "Allright,darling."

           "Ihatetoleaveourfinehouse."

           "SodoI."

           "Butwehavetogo."

           "Allright.Butwe’reneversettledinourhomeverylong."

           "Wewillbe."

           "I’llhaveafinehomeforyouwhenyoucomeback."

           "MaybeI’llbebackrightaway."

           "Perhapsyou’llbehurtjustalittleinthefoot."

           "Orthelobeoftheear."

           "NoIwantyourearsthewaytheyare."

           "Andnotmyfeet?"

           "Yourfeethavebeenhitalready."

           "Wehavetogo,darling.Really."

           "Allright.Yougofirst."